"In the year of the weak crown, he was crowned a marquis with military merits, and only the champion Hou Huo was sick and could compare with the general. Champion Hou Le Ma Yanran, Feng Wolf Juxu, now that we are out of Datong, the name of the general may not be worse than him. ”

Out of Zhangjiakou, it is an endless grassland, Xia Wanchun rode on a horse, wearing a dark armor, with the sword seal of the governor, leading 130,000 troops to attack the Chahar Department. Soldiers and horses are like tides hitting the green grassland,

The deputy general beside him, Qin Ze, the general soldier of Datong, who had just been promoted because of his military merits, was riding a jujube red horse at this time, and he praised heartily on the side. Since ancient times, the grassland has been a good place for the Han family to win the name of the Han family, and I don't know how many people have dreamed of leading troops to level this barbarian land. The opponents on this steppe changed wave after wave, the Huns, Turks, Khitans, Tatars... But Kannai is still Han Chinese.

Xia Wanchun did not have complacency on his face, nor did he shirk humility, but raised his voice: "Last night, when the army marched to Zhangjiakou, a messenger from Nanjing sent a letter from the prince, bluntly saying that 130,000 soldiers could not kill eight merchants, which was a shame that the Northern Expeditionary Army had never had. The words are like knives, and the sound is like a sword, which still surrounds my ears. This time we can't be ashamed, and the past achievements of our Hunan barracks will also be greatly discounted, and I hope that you will work together with me to wash away the shame. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them was not angry, they were not lost on the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, and they were crowned with such a big hat, and everyone felt uncomfortable.

The pride when he first came out of the plug was put aside, and the generals around Xia Wanchun were all sad and angry, out of the pass pass, the wind whistling outside the plug was already very different from the inside of the pass, although it was uncomfortable to blow on the face, but it was not violent, after all, it was April.

Xia Wanchun looked around and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, Hu Feng is not strong, and the Han Road is prosperous." This is a good time for us to make a meritorious service, and this time we vow to sweep away Chahar, so that all aliens know that those who jump off the beam will be punished even if they are far away! ”

The shameful and brave generals of the Hunan barracks drew their swords on horseback and shouted to the sky: "Hu Feng is not strong, and the Han Road is prosperous." ”

The Chahar Department in the distance used to be stationed north of Zhangjiakou, and out of the pass pass was their pasture. Now that the clan is moving, except for the Khan King Ezhe, who wants to sweep the Han and Manchu clans and unify the world, everyone else still retains a trace of reason. At this time, fighting with the Han people is tantamount to asking for a dead end, you must know that throughout the millennium, all the Han troops who went out of the customs were fierce.

Abe is the younger brother of Ezhe, and unlike his brother, he grew up on the steppe and is an authentic Mongolian banner owner. At this time, Abe, who was fleeing west with his people, said confidently: "The Han people will not stay on the grassland for a long time, and when they run out of food, they will leave." There is no arable land, no city, no place for them to live. It's like our people don't go to a place where there is no grass seed and pasture. ”

The Chahar tribe dragged their families with their families, took yurts, drove horses, cattle and sheep, and fled far away.

When Xia Wanchun's army arrived at the Chahar Department, it was already empty and without a trace, only the cow and sheep dung on the ground showed that there were still many people here not long ago.

Xia Wanchun's face was pale, his face was as heavy as water, and he stood under the banner without saying a word. They fled again, and a Liang Liangyu escaped under him, which provoked the prince to be furious, and he also put an incompetent hat on the Hunan military camp. If this is a tribe that escapes, Xia Wanchun let out a long sigh and said: "The Fengzi Battalion will bring a compass, dry food, and water bladders to fill it with water, and follow me to chase and kill it!" ”

The others were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly said, "No! The Fengzi battalion has a total of 5,000 soldiers and horses, how can they pursue the Chahar department. The general should not underestimate the enemy, you must know the prince's entrustment, it is safe. ”

After a dead silence, Wang Xing, the commander of the Fengzi Battalion, stood up, hugged his fists and said: "General, the Fengzi Battalion is willing to follow the general's pursuit, the Mongols have been frightened, and their best soldiers are all killed in Xuzhou and Tianjin." We have 5,000 elite horsemen, and we are not left behind, and there may not be 5,000 men in armor in just one Chahar department. And they also have to protect women and children, they can't think of what we are pursuing, and our Fengzi battalion is confident that we will win this battle. ”

The other generals wanted to stop talking, if they were all cavalry, they would definitely follow Xia Wanchun across the grassland and pursue everywhere. However, the Hunan barracks were mainly foot soldiers, and they were experts in mountain warfare, so they had no advantage in the grassland.

Xia Wanchun was heartbroken, knowing that if he didn't act at this time, it would become a big joke for more than 100,000 people to go out of the customs, and after he came out, he trampled on a piece of pasture to death, and he withdrew like this, and he couldn't explain it at all.

"I've made up my mind, you wait to follow, wait for us to go up and hold them back. With you here, we can also deter other tribes, lest they take advantage of the opportunity to join in. ”

The grasslands are too big, and there are no cities at all, so it's easy for a group of horseback people to avoid you. This is also why the Han people rarely take the initiative to conquer the grasslands in the north when they are strong, and they have no way to go down at all.

Xia Wanchun's Fengzi camp, a total of more than 5,000 fine horsemen, after chasing after the horses, Chahar's spies had already reported to their banner masters.

Abe Nai gathered the eight banner masters of the Chahar tribe and said, "The Han people have caught up. ”

The banner owners were panicked, and Abeno continued, "They don't have many horses, only a few thousand people have chased after them. ”

The banner owners wiped their sweat one after another, although they had not yet fought with the Han people of this session, but the Manchurians had been riding on their heads for a long time. The Mongols, who were completely subdued by Huang Taiji, could hardly believe that the Manchurian Jiannu Eight Banners, who were invincible in their steppe, would lose to the soft Han people in the Guannai. After only four years of fighting in the Northern Expedition, they were driven back to their hometown outside the Guanwai. It is conceivable that the strength of these Han people is stronger than that of the Manchus. No matter how stupid the Mongols were, they knew that their opponents were stronger than the Manchus, and they couldn't beat them.

"Thousands?" A sense of humiliation spread in the hearts of these banner owners, and thousands of people dared to pursue them, knowing that the days of the Chahar tribe sweeping through Mongolia had not long passed. Although Lin Dan Khan led them to fight with the Manchus for so long, and their strength was greatly reduced, this was not something that thousands of Han people could compete with. After all, they had never fought each other, and in their hearts, the Han people were still those who they fought against Qiugu and the hungry border troops who mutinied every day in Shaanxi, Gansu and Jiubian.

"If we go back and fight with them, if we are driven away by thousands of people, we will soon have no place for our Chahar Department on the grassland." Someone shouted.

"Erkongguo, you take the old man and the child and continue to the west, and the rest of the people will follow me back to the horse and kill all the Han people!"

"Kill!"